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“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me that.”
“You’re so fucking tight.”
Two fingers now. Fucking her. She came all over his hand, gushing and shaking, both of them beyond the point of words. They stared into each other’s eyes. Ross worked his dick fully out in the open. Her blowjob had primed him like a gun ready to go off. He laid flat on his side on the bed. He pulled Angel towards him, hitching one of her legs over his waist, opening her pussy. He was doing this. He didn’t care.
He tore open a condom from the nightstand and together they rolled it on his dick. “For the first time…your first time, Angel? Manny said you were a virgin.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “But I don’t mind if it’s you that’s my first.”
“Take deep breaths.”
The doorbell went off just as he’d fitted the tip of his cock inside her and prepared to thrust.Gong.The sound echoed ominously through the house, and they both froze. Ross looked down at Angel. The beautiful fuck-drunk expression faded into confusion. “Who’s that?” She whispered.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“Are you expecting somebody?” Angel sat up, her hair toppling over her shoulders.
“Not at all.”
“Who is it?”
“Probably Roman. Fuck, baby I’m sorry.” He kissed her on the forehead and climbed out of bed. He ruffled his always-messy hair again and went out of the room, pulling a robe on as he did.
Angel heard him curse loudly. “Ross?” She called, instinct sending her heart racing.
“It’s fine. It’s nothing— shit, what the fuck does she want?”
He must have seen a face he didn’t like through the buzzer cam. She heard him open the door.
Raised voices, more curses, and then shouts.
Angel slid out of bed.
Alotof shouting.
Suddenly a woman was barging into the bedroom with all hell and fury. Another black woman, but not Angel’s type. This lady was dressed real fancy in a designer dress, but she was soaking wet from the rain, her makeup was a hot mess and the strap on her purse was broken.
She stared at Angel, who was naked.
Angel barely had time to be surprised before the woman let loose a deathly scream.
“Ross,who is that?”
Angel gasped; plain as day she saw the wedding ring on the woman’s hand. Hurt and betrayal made her freeze, looking in confusion at Ross.
Meanwhile Tina was making her own judgment, her eyes scraping Angel from head to toe and summarizing her as a hoodrat. She saw the tattoos and piercings and nearly bust a vessel.
“You’re fucking this ghetto bitch instead of me?” She shouted at Ross.
“Excuse me? Who the fuck you calling ghetto?!” Angel bellowed, and threw the AC remote— the first thing she could grab— straight at the woman’s head.
“Oh my God! You little bitch, you hit me!”
“Tina, get out of here!” Ross tried to drag her off, but the woman fought him. She beat against Ross’s chests with both hands.
“You make love to me two nights ago and act like it’s all back to normal between us, but meanwhile you’re fucking some little ghetto bird! Some little girl!”
